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Shirem once again regretted why he stayed because of the two idiots, so that he would not run into Mezmi, a bastard.

That's right, it's dog skin plaster.

Mezmi completely collapsed emotionally because of Shaye's death. He closed his heart and tried to paralyze himself with killing.

And the great strength shown by Hirem made Mazmi even more angry. These are the guys! If it hadn't been for them, Shakespeare wouldn't have died!

As a result, Mazmi's offensive became even more fierce, and his moves were deadly, making Shirem miserable.

Of course, Mezmi had been dazzled by revenge, and other than continuous teleportation attacks, he did not use any better tactics. Although Hirem felt uncomfortable, he was still able to deal with it with ease.

Just facing an opponent who can teleport is like encountering an unbeatable fly. You can't run away or beat him to death. The initiative is firmly in Mazmi's hands, and Hirem loses it. The right to end the fight.

The gunshot rang out, accompanied by a wisp of gunpowder smoke that floated into Hiram's nasal cavity. He didn't look back, he just reached back and grabbed the hot bullet in his hand, and the squashed bullet looked like it was in his hand. Somewhat small, he just crushed the bullet into powder with an expressionless expression.

Where did this kid pick up the gun?

There was no time to continue thinking, and another bullet hit him head-on.

Shirem's eyebrows flashed, he raised his legs high and pressed down, pressing down on the flying bullets with the soles of his feet. His body rotated with his legs and feet, and the bullets under his feet were kicked back by him, and the speed was not much slower than when it came.

Bullets were fired into the house and disappeared.

The sharp blade slashed from the back of the head, there was no way to avoid it.

Shirem reacted quickly. The moment the sharp blade penetrated his head, he held the sharp blade in his hand. The sharp blade gradually softened in his hand. He said angrily: "Do you have any other tricks besides sneak attack on the back of my head?" ?”

Mazmi snorted and teleported away.

The top floor of the house.

Mezmi was lying on it, her expression peaceful and calm, without any trace of the madness or anger she had before.

The gentle breeze is gentle and lovely.

He has always known that he is different. Others were born with parents, relatives and friends, but his mother was a demon, and his brothers and sisters were also killed by him. Takagi once said that Xu Sheng lacked a little respect for life, and He has never had any reverence for life.

Ever since he was asked by his "mother" to kill a person when he was five years old, people have become the same as kittens and puppies in his eyes. After all, they can all be killed, right?

Humans are not that much nobler than cats and dogs.

If you are killed, you will still die, struggle to the death, and kneel down to beg for mercy.

Same goes for demons.

When Takagi took him to see a psychiatrist, the old scholar with glasses asked him a question.

"What do you think you are? Human? Or demon?"

At that time, Mezmi was stunned for a long time before saying: "My brothers and sisters are humans, my mother is a devil, I am nothing, I am Mezmi."

And now he is asking himself in his heart, what are you?

Mazmi closed his eyes and reviewed his life in his mind. He had accepted family ties, had a mother, family, partners, had a job, experienced life and death, and enjoyed the ups and downs. Except for not being able to marry as Takagi always talked about. Apart from his wife and children, his life seems to be complete.

He just felt a little nostalgic for Shaye. Although it was only for a few days, he liked Shaye very much, or in other words, he liked the feeling of being cared for and cared about.

Only then will he feel that life is meaningful.

When he came to the city with his "mother"'s head in his arms, he was confused and panicked, but he had no fear. All he wanted at that time was a full meal.

People need goals. People without goals will become confused and lifeless.

And Takagi gave him the second goal in life, to defeat him.

Mezmi accepted that goal and kept moving towards it. Gradually, he integrated into the city. He also met a bespectacled four-eyed woman who liked to do something to him and a man who was more powerful than Takagi. .

His goal gradually shifted to defeating this man.

But until he met Shakespeare, he discovered that he was wrong. People live without goals, and live happily.

He didn't understand why just waiting for someone's return at home was so happy and why a simple meal was so delicious.

Because the person accompanying him is her, someone who cares about you and protects you.

He thought he could accompany Shaye until the end, but reality shattered his fantasy. Now his goal cannot be achieved, and the person he wanted to protect has passed away. Except for Takagi, he is worthy of anyone in this world. The most important thing now is, Kill that man!

A fierce look flashed in Mezmi's eyes, and the next second, his figure appeared in front of Shirem.

Shirem had obviously been on guard. The moment Mazmi showed up, his finger-tiger punch had already roared out.

Mezmi held the tactical dagger given to him by Sashaman in his hand and blocked Hirem's punch head-on.

The pressure from her fists made Mezmi's palms tremble, and she had no ability to confront him head-on.

But Shirem was also weak due to mental stress, and the loss of an arm also greatly reduced his combat power.

So Mezmi stretched out his hand and stabbed Hirem with his claws. Hirem had no choice but to brush away Mezmi's dagger and quickly opened his hand to grab Mezmi's arm.

The moment Mazmi's arm touched, Mazmi teleported with Hirem's.

Shirem only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he was already floating in the air. When he looked down, he saw that the town had become extremely small.

Shirem's pupils shrank, this guy could actually teleport himself to a high altitude!

Mazmi, who had returned to the ground, looked at Hirem who was falling freely, feeling a little melancholy for no reason.

There was a small sound behind him. Mazmi looked back and saw only a golden scale and white feathers. Darkness enveloped him.

Looking at Mezmi who had been stagnant for this second, Arnus's intact body got up from the ground. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You came just in time!"

Arnus stepped into the void and looked back at Mazmi's unbearable past.

He murmured in his mouth: "Devil of the past, no matter how seriously injured I am, as long as I can pull a person who is very regretful about the past into the illusion, I can recover instantly and gain the power of the most feared thing in his life." ability."

"Let me see what kind of tragedy your past is! I'll be looking forward to it!"